A Fair Exchange

My Lungs have been lost

My Heart, My Joy

They have stolen everything important

and replaced it with rocks

'Don't be ungrateful, they're the greatest rocks in the land'

But i never asked for rocks? You stole what cannot be replaced

How will I find happiness through these silly rocks?

How will i find my joy with pieces of stones on the ground? 

I will lie on these stones as I take my last breathe

still searching for the meaning, to your words in my head.